Thanks to you,
evenings held a
new meaning.
Thanks to you,
I find myself
laughing.
Thanks to you,
my stagnant world
is actually moving.
Thanks to you,
I had something
to look forward to.
But all good things end and
like everything,
the grey skies
that splash a shade of red
when I'm with you,
that sweet adrenaline firing
my everything just to
catch you before visiting hours end
our secret rendezvous of 'stargazing',
your eyes to the sky
mine to your almond strands and sunshine
eyes,
those extra hours at the kitchen
so that I could sneak in a treat or two.
Yeah, everything might end.
Because tomorrow when you get discharged from this place where
everything reminds me of
you and everything that goes wrong
and a tiny hope of what could happen,
we might go back to being strangers
again.